LITERATURE
Reviews of books, articles, and poetry written by or about ssbbw/bbw
Do you know of a book, article or poem that features ssbbw/bbw that you'd like us to review? Or perhaps you want to write a review yourself and see it in print! Or maybe you've written your own that you want us to showcase. Let us know at info@ssbbw-magazine.com.
We have had a story submitted by a reader. Because of it's length it has been broken down into three chapters and we'll post one chapter a month for the next few months. You can read Chapter One here
Shopping Day
Chapter Two
A quick coffee turned into hours, and the two sat talking and sharing like two long lost friends. Jane was feeling much more at ease now and thankful for taking that dreaded shopping trip today. Bill shared all about his life as if trying to catch her up to speed on all she missed. He listened intently as Jane shared her own stories. The two laughed and shared as their coffee cups magically refilled every time this guy passed by with a carafe. Finally realizing the time, the two knew they had better go. Jane thanking Bill again for the nice time and the coffee, they headed back to the parking lot. The sun was in the west now and Jane knew that it was late afternoon. She was amazed at how her day had turned out. Against her better judgment, something inside of her gave the courage to ask Bill to accompany her to the office Christmas party. After all, the party was in three days and that gave him plenty of time to get out of it if he prefer. Still she asked, and to her amazement, Bill said yes with a big smile. She gave Bill her number, figuring she would probably never see him again.
Later that evening, Jane was sharing her story with a close friend Linda, who giggled with excitement for Jane’s good fortune. Jane though, was now much more grounded and realized to herself, he’ll never call. Just as though an angel heard her, Jane’s phone beeped and Bill’s number showed on the caller ID. Jane was momentarily speechless. Linda asked her what was wrong, Jane abruptly said “I have to go, Bill’s calling!” Switching over to the other line, Jane said hello in a meek manner. Bill said hi and said that he just wanted to call and hear her pretty voice again. Jane’s tingling in her belly came back and she sat in her comfy chair. The two chatted for hours, long into the night. Jane was so wrapped up in their conversation once again, she lost track of time, as did Bill. Finally saying goodnight, the two headed off for rest before daybreak came.
Jane had trouble sleeping that night, so many thoughts swirling through her mind. This continued throughout the day at work, and her friends could see a different Jane today. Still staying reserved and cautious with her emotions, Jane went about her work. Happy that her day ended, Jane came home and prepared dinner for one. She was used to eating alone as she has lived that way for many years now. A knock on her door brought tingles back again. Jane answered the door and found a delivery man carrying a huge display of flowers in a beautiful pink vase. “Sign here” he announced with no enthusiasm in his voice at all. Jane signed away like a little schoolgirl and was smiling ear to ear. She brought her flowers inside and scrambled to find a card. Pulling out a small white envelope, the card simply said “I figured you liked pink since that was the color of your top. Thanks for giving me a chance.” Jane was floored now and looking at the clock, she started to count down hours until the party in her head.
Bill called later that evening, and once again they talked for hours. Jane thanked him for the beautiful flowers and shared her excitement for the Christmas party coming up. Bill seemed equally excited she thought. “How could this be? Why would anyone have this much interest in me?” Jane could not fully understand why Bill was interested or why he found her beautiful but she was going to see what would happen. Jane has been hurt before. Men always seem to hurt. This is a cruel world we live in and people are hurtful towards a full-figure woman Jane thought. She has heard the jokes before and because of them have built up a strong defense for them. “I will be careful and prepared for rejection” Jane thought further.
The day of the party went fast at work for Jane. She did not talk much at the office today. Keeping to herself, she hurried through her work and rushed home. Traffic was heavy today and this frustrated Jane. “I have to get home and get ready!” Jane yelled to herself while waiting in traffic. She knew shouting this would not help traffic go, but it somehow made her feel better knowing that she had a goal. Most nights, Jane did not mind traffic. No rush to get home to an empty house. But tonight was different. Finally traffic is on the move and Jane rushes home. Making home in record time, Jane rushes up the stairs and opens her closet door once more. But this time, she had something to wear. Pulling out this new dress, she stared at it momentarily wondering if it really did look good on her. “We’ll try it” she says to herself. Jane pulls off her plain looking work clothes and dresses quickly in her new clothes. She feels good when she sees the result, but then realizes she never stitched up the neckline. It’ll have to do now she realizes since Bill will arrive anytime now. She completes her makeup and puts on her stockings and nice shoes. She tries to occupy her mind with a book but keeps peering out the window, waiting to see Bill’s blue car once more.
Stayed tuned next month for Chapter Three.
 |
"March is the month of expectation, The things we do not know, The Persons of Prognostication Are coming now. We try to sham becoming firmness, But pompous joy Betrays us, as his first betrothal Betrays a boy." ~Emily Dickinson |
 |
"St. Patrick -- one of the few saints whose feast day presents the opportunity to get determinedly whacked and make a fool of oneself all under the guise of acting Irish." ~Charles M. Madigan |